*She winces backwards, and her hands fall, twisting together. He is, without question, his father's son.

But she is -- was -- a queen, so she continues to gaze into his eyes.*

Bran -- I had to. Merlion took me back.

*She raises her hands, palms up.*

I feared your father -- feared for you -- and Merlion said you would be safe -- Bran, do you think for a moment I would leave you if there were any other choice?